Of course, I knew the phrase “You are nobody but yourself is not necessary,” but only now realized, how true and bitter phrase. From school I worked part time. The University was in the study. But unlike their peers, I penny gave my mom. All because mom was saving my apartment. The apartment bought in a mortgage. When I graduated I continued to live with mom and pay the mortgage for the most cherished apartment. I personally do bought materials to repair itself and pasted it Wallpaper. The apartment was designed for a mother, maybe she had a white salary (mortgages as a way). When the apartment was ready, mom let go of the tenants that would be faster to repay debts. Although all meetings relatives/friends/colleagues mom boasted that he gave me the apartment. But I got married and moved to her husband, and therefore I have not argued that the tenants continued to live there and pay my mom. Because her husband had to move to another city.
This place, forgotten by God and man hole, good jobs here a little, and those that are, peredayutsya strictly inherited. Miraculously found a job, but the salary is much smaller than my old. It is of course enough to cover my half of the communal, other shared costs and personal needs, but this amount is much less than the salary of her husband. Because of this my husband started a quarrel, he argued that it is not the money just now, he no longer sees me as a strong woman, doesn’t see my achievements, can admire me. Of course, I understand if I was actually smarter and stronger in the desert found a good niche for high earnings and achievements, but see I’m not so good at it. But I tried. Tried very hard. After another quarrel I decided to leave. Called my mom, cried, she listened, comforted. In the end I asked for the keys to the apartment, TK decided to leave. But she refused, as she has with this apartment the money (in this case my mother, the woman is not needy, she has a good job plus a pension).
Anyway, I have selfish bastards turned the language is to ask, am I supposed to live on my husband’s salary, and the money to help his elderly mother (she’s 55). By the way, I helped, but I could not at all desire to give her every penny. In the end, my mother sent, saying that she had no daughter, because she was raised a normal girl, and grew up selfish bitch. Now I know no matter how much you loved your loved ones, no matter how good they might seem to you, in fact, just so you only need yourself, others need you only because of their usefulness.